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2024-10-29 19:42:56Xavier's POV
I maneuver the car off the busy street and into the small parking lot of my favorite fast food joint. Finding an empty spot, I hop out at the same time as Zoey.
Originally I had a lunch reservation at a top-end restaurant but canceled at the last minute since I have a craving for a real cheeseburger and shake, not foreign chicken. I also wanted to check on the place, it had been a while since I've been.
My eyes dart around the surroundings as we both walk in silence up to the entrance. The outside looks better— way better— than the last time I was here.
I'm glad they're putting the money to good use.
The bell rings as we enter the now air conditioned building.
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